Friday, February 3, 2012

let me be the rain

I was hungry for the sunlight
and to flow with the ocean tide
remembering God's fragile promises
of agile butterfly wings
floating through these wet dreams
of falling.

you reach out with your gaze,
with the light in your eyes,
I felt the fire in your soul.
but when I melt;
if I am water
you can not hold me.
Dripping from your fingers,
you must drink before I fall away.